Too Much Ping, Not Enough Pong

The number one son was in this week for the COC. (Change of Command) He arrived with great hopes of relaxing a bit, visiting with his family, and playing a little Ping Pong with the little bro. And of course he knew that we would ask him to work on the computers. HA! He should have worn his No, I won't fix your computer! shirt, because he spent a good deal of his time doing just that. But in fairness to myself and Ward, we just wanted the basic cleaning up of all the small messes we had created. Well, Beaver's mess was mongo, but anyway, Wally got sidetracked on upgrading this and reconfiguring that, all to our great appreciation, but we never did get the Ping Pong table out. Maybe next time!